Chapter 39: Chapter 39

“I don’t need to explain anything to you, but I will give you this straight to your disgusting face. It was so painful and disgusting for my life to get tangled with a man I had no feelings for at all because of a mere merger. I had to give up my happiness for this. It sucks! But I don’t expect you to understand, Lynda, because you are a selfish lousy whore to understand a thing!” She says, twisting the story.

She may be wearing a gelid demeanor, but I can still see through her aphotic masquerade that her prior statement had a deeper meaning.

I stroll closer as I caress my belly, asking my baby to continue giving me the strength to do this. “You know, Mitch? That is one thing I don’t get. Why subject yourself to this hellhole if you are not happy? Your family has it all. They have all it takes to call this quit and save their only child from this misery anytime they want. Why do you still have to bear all this?” I ask.

“I have to stay, you dimwit! Because the catch is something that" She stops, and I cock my head, trying to think of what she wants to say.

Another slip of the tongue?

What catch?

“Catch?”

We both snap to the voice of Liam. He always comes back earlier than before, ever since we made this pack stick together. Despite employing three bodyguards to watch over me during the day, he still cannot be at utter peace. He always worries.

Liam strolls to where we are, taking his rightful place beside me and feeding me and his baby his alluring warmth. “What catch was that I heard about?” He asks again, his eyes planted on Mitch, who seemingly is banging her stupid head to cook up some lies.

“Mitch?” I snap her eyes to me as I challenge, and I hope her tongue slips again. Or she just spilled the beans once and for all. That will give Liam and me both the energy and time to unearth the secrets from the deepest place they have buried them. The whole thing seems to be so deep because we have not had a clue until now. Only mere speculations that we cannot even tell anyone. “What is the catch you are talking about? What do you stand to gain from all this?” I ask.

She ricochets her eyes between Liam and me, as if we are a couple of imbeciles.

“Are you two seriously asking that? The benefits that the Adams family stands to reap from all this, of course, or can you bear the losses, Liam?"

There. I knew it. What a lying bitch!

“But that is the Adams catch, not yours. So how does that become your catch?” Liam asks.

Thank you, because I am also dying to know.

Again, she scoffs as if we’re block-headed, brainless tomfools. “It’s my gain too, because this is my husband’s gain. Believe it or not, Liam, I still care for you, even if you don’t see it. I wouldn’t want to be the reason for your family’s downfall. It’s such a pity that your lust for this bitch has blinded you this much."

Huh? She what? What is this? Emotional blackmail or what? Since when did she learn to care? Ooh, she cares so much; that’s why she couldn’t submit to him. That is why she still speaks to him with immense loathing and a superiority complex, as if his life depends solely on her. That’s why she doesn’t care where he eats or what he wears. Neither when or how he leaves this house nor when he returns bothers her. That is what caring means, right? She’s got some nerve! Cheap lies!

“What about you, Lynda?” I snap at her. Me? What about me? “Now you know how much I have invested in my husband. I gave up my all just for him and this marriage. So, how much can you sacrifice for your marriage?”

Hello? What is she driving at? As far as I am concerned, she is here for something else, not this shit that she is cooking up.

“If I can go as far as bearing a child for my ex, someone that I loved before, you cannot begin to imagine what I can do for someone that I love at present.” I state, and she has no slight idea just how much.

“Or maybe you are doing that right now. You are doing all this because you love my husband, aren't you?” She quizzes, and this one I cannot deny.

It is the only thing she has been right about all along.

“What if that is so? Will you threaten to sue me because I am in love with your husband? Let me remind you that I have never heard of such a stupid case. I can crave for whomever I fucking please, even the president of this country, and Liam is everything that any straight woman would want for a man, except you, of course.” I challenge.

“He is my husband! He is married! You can never crave for such a man if you have any little dignity in you.” She says, sounding so bitter as if she feels anything for Liam.

“Maybe you are right, but there is also a reason why sometimes men crave mistresses and side-chicks. Have you even tried to be a wife to your so-called husband, Mitch? Do you know his likes and don’ts? Do you serve him befittingly both in the dining room and in bed?”

“How dare you?” She squeals.

“Why? I am right, right? You know nothing about humanity, and being a wife is something that you absolutely don’t have a meaning for. I came here and found a very desperate man that I once cared so much about. I don’t see any problem if my old feelings resurface after seeing him again and swimming in misery. And you can’t even blame me, Mitch, because you clearly don’t know how to appreciate a gift. I mean, what have you been doing with Liam for over two years that you have spent with him?” nail the point.

I can see how much she is trying to force her anger to stay in her throat for a few minutes. But why is she acting like she cares? Guilt? Why?

“You are nothing but a shameless whore, and that bastard you..."

“My child is not a bastard, bitch! My child has a father! Call it names one more time, and I will break your jaws!” I warn.

“I see how you are trying to use that child as an excuse to buy your way into my home. Well, guess what, bitch? You ain’t getting anything from this. Once this thing is born, I want you gone out of this house and our lives for good." She squeals and turns to leave after making her point.

Now, that stings me—I mean, the mere notion of leaving Liam again. And partying with my child? Never!

“Don’t be so sure!” I howl behind her, and she turns around.

“Excuse me?” She asks, walking back to me. I stand like a rock, unmoving. She is sick if she thinks I am still in her clutches.

“I don’t remember signing any agreement that stated that I was to leave after giving birth." I mock, and her face grows deep furrows.

“Isn’t it obvious that that is how this shit works, you fool?” She asks.

That is how disinterested she was. She only went to the clinic to give her egg, and that was all. She never asked for anything. How the process was or the terms of this surrogacy Now she will reap the bitter fucking fruits of her ignorance!

“Actually, there is no stipulated concept for these kinds of matters in this country, Mitch! The rules and the agreements are made by the parties involved.” Liam speaks flatly to Mitch.

“And so? Didn’t you use your heads and make the damn rules when you came up with this insanity?” She squeals, a surge of a combo of fright and stupor spanking her.

“Nope! And since you didn’t seem to care at all, I did not see any problem with my child growing up with two mothers and its daddy under one roof!” Liam slaps her with the shock of her life, which catches her totally off guard.

More than stupefaction, it is mental rejection that she is battling with. It seems like she is throttling in disbelief.

“Tell me you both are joking!” She speaks in a faint, broken tone, her face digging into the ground she is standing on. She cannot believe this. I also did not infer that Liam could sting her like this, but I am not sorry for her. Serves her right.